Proudly the Flood Comes In.

Part of the cluster FANCIES AT NAVESINK.

PROUDLY THE FLOOD COMES IN.

Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing, Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling, All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen
at work, Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing—steamers' pennants
of smoke—and under the forenoon sun, Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the
inward bound, Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.

Part of the cluster FANCIES AT NAVESINK.